The weather in May can change. Zhu Yiyi, who said goodbye to Fan Wen, looked at the black and oppressive dark clouds on the horizon, and was upset.

"Click" A lightning bolt pierced the dead night, the rumbling thunder sounded, the door of Zhu Yiyi's room was open, he picked up the brush, wrote down the "Tao" one by one, and gradually calmed down with the pouring rain.

Time passed little by little, Zhu Heyi stood up a little impatiently, walked to the window and looked at the heavy rain outside.

"The wind is like pulling out the mountain and the rain is like a river falling" blurted out: "I hope the court will be like the sludge on this leaf, which can be cleaned." ”

The sound of footsteps came faintly, and Zhu Yiyi looked outside the courtyard gate in surprise.

"Is Xiangguo waiting for a widow?" Huo Ran walked out of the darkness with an umbrella alone and a Wang Sword hanging from his waist.

Zhu Yiyi's hand holding the window couldn't help but put it down hard and dejectedly, he watched Huo Ran walk into the house, put down the umbrella and shook the poncho, and walked towards him with a smile.

"Xiangguo has been unwell recently, and the widow has come to visit."

Huo Ran looked at his pale face and said with concern: "If Xiangguo likes rain, it is better to wait for the rain to be lighter before rewarding, you already have a summer heat, and it will not be good to catch a cold again." ”

"What about my disciples?" Zhu Yiyi's voice was hoarse.

"There are three hundred disciples of Xiangguo, which one do you want to ask?" Huo Ran asked: "But Chen Ruo, He Shu, Yan Hua and the three of them?" Or is it Huang Zhong, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Li Qing, the waiter of the household department, and Wu Yang, Ding Yu, and Cui Hao of the Ministry of Officials? ”

Zhu Yiyi heard Huo Ran read out the names one by one, and suddenly there was no nervousness in his heart, he walked to the desk, walked down, and pointed to the opposite seat: "King, please take a seat." ”

Huo Ran sat down and looked at Zhu Heyi, who was no longer nervous: "Xiangguo, it's been four years." This is the second time we've sat down in such a quiet place, right? There are always too many state affairs to deal with, if it weren't for this rainy night, the widow and the national teacher would not have had the opportunity to meditate."

"yes!" Zhu Heyi also remembered the first time they met: "Four years ago, I came with anticipation, and I still remember a few poems given to me by the king: Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart." But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far. At the beginning, I was afraid that the king was another Li Yao, but I still had a desire, so I still came. ”

"The widow has let you down." Huo Ran said with emotion.

Zhu He looked at him fixedly: "No, the king is more perfect than I imagined Mingjun, corporal Lixian, sharp and enterprising, modest and rigorous, and loves the people like a son...... I don't think there is a more perfect king than you! Zhu Yiyi's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and his voice choked.

"Except, I'm a woman." Huo Ran said softly.

"Why do you want to say it?" Zhu Yiyi closed his eyes, tears flowing.

Huo Ran looked at Zhu Heyi, who was cornered, and couldn't bear it, this was her best friend, her comrade-in-arms. "You can't lie to yourself for the rest of your life."

"No, I can!" Zhu Heyi stood up excitedly, "As long as I don't say it, I will still be the king's most loyal courtier!" The king will be the king, I will be the virtuous minister, and we will watch the great cadres recover little by little, and even become stronger. The king, it was Yiliu and Zhang Ying'er who confused you, the king forgot about them! ”

"The widow is the king, if you don't even dare to face it, what qualifications do you have to reign in the world." Huo Ran said firmly, "This is my road, no matter how difficult it is, I will go on!" ”

"What if I'm going to stop it?" Zhu Yiyi asked.

Huo Ran pulled out his sword and slashed at the seat on the side, and the seat fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Whoever wants to stop the widow, the widow will return it with a sword!" Huo Ran's tone was cold, and there was no half-heartedness.

Zhu Yiyi looked at the wood scattered all over the place in a daze, what he used to admire most was the king's determination and persistence, and today he really saw these things used against himself for the first time.

"How are my disciples?" Zhu Yiyi looked at Huo Ran.

"He who insists on following you will naturally follow you; Those who have lost their way and returned also have a place for them. Huo Ran put the sword on the table casually: "The great cause of the widow is not allowed to be destroyed by anyone. Xiangguo, as long as you-"

"The king, he has his own way, and Zhu also has Zhu's road! King, please come back-" Zhu Yiyi turned his back and refused to look at Huo Ran again.

Huo Ran stood in place for a long time, the miserable white lightning accompanied by the low thunder sounded one after another, and Zhu Yiyi's thin figure was so stubbornly carrying him behind his back, unwavering.

Huo Ran turned around and left.

Zhu Yiyi wiped the books on the desk one by one, put them on the bookshelf, cleaned the brush and inkstone, and put them back in place. He sat at his desk and looked at everything in the room.

There are books given by the king, flowers and plants given by Fan Wen, calligraphy and paintings brought by his disciples, four years, he personally arranged this study, never let the next person do it, and today is finally going to say goodbye.

He believed what the king said, as long as he was willing to bow his head and take a step back, the king would let him go, compared to Shi Lei, Wan An and others, he couldn't be more fortunate when he also tried to shake the king's foundation.

It's just that he can't. As he said to the king, he has his own way.

The monarch walks the king's way, the ministers do the minister's way, men and women are different, each performs its own duties, and it is the righteousness of the world. He couldn't stop the king, but as long as he lived, he went back and tried to stop it. So, only-

The bright sword reflected Zhu Yiyi's resolute gaze, and he slashed mercilessly.

"Xiangguo has a sudden illness, bury it well." Huo Ran, who was outside Xiangguo's mansion, instructed Jia Yi, "The Ministry of Rites, the Household Servant, and those scholars will be arrested on charges of disobedience and beheaded in three days!" ”

"Yes." Jiayi replied quickly, and disappeared into the rainy night with a few comforts.

Huo Ran took a few guards to stroll through the deserted streets.

Yaocheng is the place she is most familiar with, and it is she who single-handedly created the glory of Yaocheng today, but it has also become a shackle that traps her.

Huo Ran occasionally wanted to indulge and try the feeling of fighting on the battlefield, but Zhu Yiyi's expectant eyes and the ardent desire of her subjects always stopped her, and she forced herself to continue to contribute to this dynasty on that high throne.

Zhu Yiyi, she is reluctant, but she can't be reluctant. Zhu Yiyi gave up his contempt just because of Li Yao's orthodox status and helped Li Yao restore the country; After she arrived, she thought she was the heir of Daqian, so he assisted her wholeheartedly. The rules are bigger than everything in his heart.

Huo Ran looked up at the sky, a few stars loomed, Zhu He was in the wrong era in his life, or he was unlucky to meet him.

Three days later, Yaocheng was bleeding. For the first time, the people of Daqian witnessed the cruel and ruthless side of this benevolent king, whether they cursed or pleaded, they did not stop Huo Ran's killing, and everyone was in danger for a while.

A hanging corpse tells the price of the king's road.

Yiliu, Jia Er, Zhang Ying'er, these former close subordinates avoided her as much as possible in fear, and they were still cold and would not waver.

Huo Ran sat high on the main hall, and for the first time, he saw the white bones under the throne so clearly.